Shot Caller
MC Ren feat. Big Rocc & Tha Chill Lyrics


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[ verse 1: mc ren ]
Niggas in the hood lookin at me crazy
Tellin niggas like they wanna fuck my old lady
Same fuckin shit every day at 8 o'clock
Nigga, start my day off raisin off the cock
I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt
Never knowin when a nigga might hit the dirt
I'm thinkin, how in the fuck can I get high quicker
Mix the blunt with some muthafuckin malt liquor
These niggas that I love, I don't trust em, but I stay close to em
In case I gotta do em
We from the same set, but that don't mean shit no mo'
I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)
My hoe be tellin a nigga to peel they caps back
Cause I know where them niggas hide they shit at
Shit be on my mind, return a shot call
Broke as fuck, it's about to get hot, y'all

[ chorus: big rocc ]
Niggas starvin while you're home with the mills
Niggas killin while you're doin dope deals
Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills
Time to set yo ass up for the kill
Death of a shot caller, who can you trust?
It might be your number 1 nigga that bust
A cap, he's the next one to take charge
Smoke him and his bitch in his backyard

[ verse 2: mc ren ]
A nigga's sittin on the curb
Hear that nigga come bumpin with the suburb
Got my niggas on point, same niggas he be fuckin hoes with
And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit
Homie, when that nigga put the mutahfucka in park?
That's the signal, little nigga, pump 3 in his heart
Don't feel shit, cause it's real shit, he a bitch
Niggas in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich
Off this shit we be killin niggas fo'
Can't make a move less this muthafucka say so
Nigga, fuck that, I'm runnin this shit
I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hit
But if you miss, nigga, I'ma kill you
Cause if he get away, muthafucka, then we all through
Fuck 3 shots, nigga, add 2
And handle what the fuck you gotta do
Kill the shot caller

Man, you know we been smokin niggas for this muthafucka
This nigga ain't paid us shit, man
(I know, dog)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog
Man, gimme the gat, I - damn
Hey nigga, you got my muthafuckin money?
Nigga, fuck yo money, nigga
No nigga, fuck you
( *shots* )
Oh shit, oh shit...
Damn!

[ verse 3: tha chill ]
These o.g.'s got me twisted like twizzler
Got me heated and hot, and all I'm thinkin is killin ya
Peelin ya cap back, like starter, fool
I'm comin to get you niggas off my block, so I pack a full
Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs
Cause you know a nigga steelo, how I did them fools a week ago
One week passed, I'm hearin you wanna wet us
When you see ren, rocc, tha chill, you're puttin on the jetters
What the fuck? these niggas tryin to bust on me?
So I'm cockin up the can and ready to make them do some gas
And do some flippin, and all that
Cause niggas out here shot call, get they ass jacked
And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk muthafucks
Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that I buck
Ass down from comptown, mr. shot caller
Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker
Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner
Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya
Dumpin 9 to the gut like "nigga, what? "
This ol' b.g. big baller, fuck the muthafuckin shot caller





[ chorus ]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of MC Ren’s “Shot Caller” narrate life in the hood, describing how people sometimes stay close to individuals they don't trust but need to do things. In the first verse, Ren expresses the everyday life of a young man living in the hood. The verse highlights how dangerous the environment can be, emphasizing the use of guns and the lack of trust in friends. Ren also mentions how he struggles to get high quickly, mixing a blunt with malt liquor. In the second verse, Ren speaks about plotting a revenge mission against a “shot caller” who has not paid his due. Ren describes how he and his crew wait for the shot caller to arrive on the scene, and just a blink of an eye, everything turns bloody; someone gets shot, and panic ensues.


The chorus sung by Big Rocc interprets the life in the hood as survival for the fittest, where the weak and vulnerable end up killing one another. He describes the act of going out with a hundred-dollar bill in such an environment as throwing one’s self into the hands of trouble. The chorus talks about betrayal and points out that the person you trust and go to war with may be the one who pulls the trigger that ends (takes) your life. The third verse by Tha Chill focuses on the aftermath of revenge killings, highlighting the cycle of violence that leads to more deaths. To protect themselves, Tha Chill believes he and his crew must stay on top and always attack their enemies to remain safe.


Line by Line Meaning

Niggas in the hood lookin at me crazy
People in the neighborhood look at me with suspicion


Tellin niggas like they wanna fuck my old lady
People are spreading rumors about wanting to have sex with my wife


Same fuckin shit every day at 8 o'clock
Every day starts with the same routine


Nigga, start my day off raisin off the cock
Day starts with masturbating


I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt
Wearing casual clothes


Never knowin when a nigga might hit the dirt
Always being cautious of danger


I'm thinkin, how in the fuck can I get high quicker
Wishing to get high faster


Mix the blunt with some muthafuckin malt liquor
Mixing alcohol and marijuana


These niggas that I love, I don't trust em, but I stay close to em
Having mixed feelings towards those people but still keeping them nearby


In case I gotta do em
Keeping them close in case they need to be dealt with


We from the same set, but that don't mean shit no mo'
Being from the same gang doesn't hold any significance anymore


I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)
Thinking ahead with a .44 in mind


My hoe be tellin a nigga to peel they caps back
My girlfriend tells me where our enemies hide their belongings


Cause I know where them niggas hide they shit at
Knowing where the enemies hide their belongings


Shit be on my mind, return a shot call
Thinking about taking revenge


Broke as fuck, it's about to get hot, y'all
Being poor and anticipating trouble


Niggas starvin while you're home with the mills
Others are struggling, while the listener enjoys wealth


Niggas killin while you're doin dope deals
Others are dying while the listener sells drugs


Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills
Showing off wealth by throwing around money


Time to set yo ass up for the kill
It's time for the listener to be set up for revenge


Death of a shot caller, who can you trust?
Killing someone in power, but not knowing who to trust now


It might be your number 1 nigga that bust
It could be the closest friend who betrays and kills the listener


A cap, he's the next one to take charge
Someone new will take up the power vacancy


Smoke him and his bitch in his backyard
Killing the new leader and his partner


A nigga's sittin on the curb
Someone is sitting on the curb


Hear that nigga come bumpin with the suburb
Hearing someone coming with a loud car


Got my niggas on point, same niggas he be fuckin hoes with
Keeping an eye on the people he associates with


And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit
Making marijuana cigarettes together


Homie, when that nigga put the mutahfucka in park?
Asking when the person will park the car


That's the signal, little nigga, pump 3 in his heart
When the car stops, it's the signal to shoot


Don't feel shit, cause it's real shit, he a bitch
Feeling no remorse because he deserves it


Niggas in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich
People in the area are struggling, while he prospers


Off this shit we be killin niggas fo'
Killing people for the sake of power


Can't make a move less this muthafucka say so
Can't make any decisions without the leader's approval


Nigga, fuck that, I'm runnin this shit
Feeling like running the area


I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hit
Looking his enemies in the eye while killing them


Cause if he get away, muthafucka, then we all through
If the enemy escapes, failure is imminent


Fuck 3 shots, nigga, add 2
Shooting more than the planned amount


And handle what the fuck you gotta do
Doing what needs to be done


Kill the shot caller
Killing the person in power


These o.g.'s got me twisted like twizzler
Older gang members have the listener confused


Got me heated and hot, and all I'm thinkin is killin ya
Feeling angry and only thinking about revenge


Peelin ya cap back, like starter, fool
Removing someone's hat, violently


I'm comin to get you niggas off my block, so I pack a full
Protecting the neighborhood from danger


Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs
Using a pistol with large bullets, without hesitation


Cause you know a nigga steelo, how I did them fools a week ago
Knowing the listener's reputation for violence


One week passed, I'm hearin you wanna wet us
A week later, hearing someone wants to kill us


When you see ren, rocc, tha chill, you're puttin on the jetters
Feeling scared when seeing the listener and their friends


What the fuck? these niggas tryin to bust on me?
Feeling surprised that people are trying to harm the listener


So I'm cockin up the can and ready to make them do some gas
Getting ready for a gunfight


And do some flippin, and all that
Engaging in violence


Cause niggas out here shot call, get they ass jacked
Taking down people in power through violence


And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk muthafucks
Seeking revenge for disrespect


Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that I buck
Punishing those who disrespect the gang


Ass down from comptown, mr. shot caller
Taking down the leader from Compton


Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker
The leader will fall quickly if he can't talk his way out of the situation


Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner
Having to run away quickly to avoid being killed


Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya
Using a rifle to shoot the enemy


Dumpin 9 to the gut like "nigga, what?"
Shooting someone in the stomach


This ol' b.g. big baller, fuck the muthafuckin shot caller
Being a big-time criminal and not caring about the leader




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JERRY BROWN, LORENZO JERALD PATTERSON, NICHOLAS STEELE, VERNON JOHNSON

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Dj Lou

My friend Raw Steele produced this